Monday, July 13, 2009

Girls will be Girls

I've always made an effort to have a variety of toys available for my children, regardless of gender stereotypes. Jordan had baby dolls, Taryn has had access to all sorts of things "boyish"--cars and pirates, trucks and trains.

Yesterday I found Taryn playing with her brother's Power Miner Legos. Unlike the boys, there were no pseudo-explosions, no rock monster attacks, not even any tunneling. There was however, ballet.

Did you know that when they aren't working in the dirt and rocks, giant mining vehicles can also do a perfect arabesque?

Saturday, July 11, 2009

Just popping in to say...

...That my knee is so much better! It's been just over 2 weeks and I can walk up & down stairs again! I can move faster than a snail again! I'm planning to start walking on Monday, and see how it goes. Thanks for all the well-wishes!

Friday, July 03, 2009

Challenge: Respond Differently

It's funny how such a simple thing as a tweaked knee can drop a person's productivity down near zero. I injured my knee while training for a race and suddenly along with it I'm sleeping in later, my house is dirtier, and I'm having to eat less (oh the depravity!) since my daily caloric expenditure has slowed to a crawl.

My children and husband have been extremely cooperative fetching things to spare me the stairs, thank goodness. However, I'm frustrated that I can't seem to get anything done, I don't feel productive, and I can't apply for disability payments because I wasn't "working" in the first place. This leaves me all sorts of time on my hands to think of the areas where I feel inadequate, conjure up creative projects to do when I feel better, and to generally feel frustrated and thwarted at what I can't accomplish with an injured knee.

The good news is that you get to reap the benefits of my malaise because while I have been sitting here thinking of things that I can do to entertain myself until I feel better I've decided to host another blog carnival, a Respond Differently Challenge.

There will be a fabulous prize given to the winner. Here's what you have to do: choose an area of your life in which you can respond differently. Maybe a relationship, parenting, interacting with friends, or maybe like me you need an attitude adjustment. Set a daily goal for yourself and keep track of how you respond differently in this situation, with this person, or with yourself and work on your goal for 4 weeks. Then on August 1 post a description of your goal, how you implemented it, and your results on your blog. I will have a post going up that day where you will leave your link in the comment thread and will announce the winner(s) shortly thereafter and mail you your fabulous prize(s).


Monday, June 29, 2009

Save the Rainforest!






Thursday, June 25, 2009

Tire Swing


Monday, June 22, 2009

Grandma's Garden & Tree House

From our trip to Oregon:







Thursday, June 18, 2009

Leapin' Lizards!



Jordan has been saving for months and purchased a Crested Gecko last week. Sadly, now that he has reached his goal he is no longer interested in cleaning up the yard after the dog. I'm paying 25 cents a poop...any takers?

One of the biggest issues with having a dog in a neighborhood (as opposed to our old yard which was 1/2 acre and only part of it landscaped) is what to do with all the dog poop. In the interest of our olfactory organs, loose dog droppings in the garbage is a no-no. It's also discouraged by the landfill who recommends double-bagging if you must dump in the trash--not an overly green solution.

As a result, we are considering making a dog poop composter. It is a low cost, effective way to allow the droppings to break down into the subsoil (no, we do not use this compost on our plants!). Check it out over at City Farmer.



Sunday, June 14, 2009

Power Balance




Friday, June 12, 2009

Housekeeping: Blog Link-ness-ship-hood

I've realized that my blog roll is outdated. If you are a regular reader on my blog, please take a moment to check your link on my sidebar and be sure its working. If your blog has moved to a new address, or if your blog isn't listed on the sidebar and you would like it to be, please leave me a comment with the new address. Thanks!

Tuesday, June 09, 2009

Received the following email from neighbor watching our house


It has been an eventful afternoon at the Manor. We spotted Zen reclining on the front porch. Apparently he had dislodged the wire fence from the wood fence and dug himself a new hole from the garden out to the front yard. The new hole is by the air conditioner, which now sits slightly askew.

We have repaired the fence, filled the hole and tried CPR on a couple of plants in the garden. It is touch and go, we will know more in the next 24-48 hours. The prognosis is grim, but there is still a chance for survival. We will closely monitor them. There is a chance, however that you will be mourning a pepper plant, squash plant, and a few onions. We have done our best and now it is in the Lord's hands. Your plants are in skilled hands and will receive all the care we can offer.

Anyway, hope all is well in Oregon. I will try to level the air conditioner tomorrow.

Take care


Here is the culprit looking pleased with himself:

I was so relieved to find my garden in tact when we got home. My corn has finally shown its face, here is one of my boxes:


Squash plants that survived the attack:


Bell peppers, onions, marigolds:


One of my tomato boxes:


Lettuce, cabbage, spinach, carrots and more spinach:


Our first harvest! Spinach salad. It is so nice to come home and have fresh produce without having to run to the store. The kids gobbled it up.



Tuesday, June 02, 2009

It's Official, I'm Old and Stuffy


As I'm getting ready for my trip to Oregon, I realized that I am in desperate need of jeans because the ones I'm wearing are starting to wear a hole in the knee. My other pair is getting too big (yay running!) so I went to the store this morning hoping I'd walk out with a smaller size.

Shopping options are limited here, my choices were a trendy little store I used to shop at when I was 13, thrift store, or Wal*Mart. Nothing at thrift, so I went to the teeny bopper store, this was my first mistake, but I didn't realize it at first because the service was really good. "Let me start you a dressing room." "I like your hair." "You are in luck! Jeans are on sale today for bogo 50% off."

On the jeans wall there are several styles. "Mid rise bootcut" "Low rise boot cut" "lowest rise boot cut" and "toothpick leg, no rise." I picked about 30 pairs off the shelf to try on and sent them with Amy who had offered to start the dressing room for me. This is where I run into problem number one, juniors sizes. These jeans are obviously made for people with no hips, which means add about 2 sizes to your actual size. Problem 2, I have hips, but I don't have a butt, so low rise jeans won't stay up unless they are so tight they squeeze all my skin into an inner tube around my waist that would serve me well if I wanted to float the river in July. This eliminated 29 pairs of jeans, leaving the "Granny waist boot cut" pair. This pair was too big because as Amy explained, "Granny jeans have built in stretch." Granny jeans were sold out in the next smaller size.

Amy very kindly offered to get me the size smaller than that (which is the size I wore when I was 13 and last shopped in this store) and didn't seem to understand why I was laughing. I wandered the store for a few more minutes and found more jeans on the rack. These were sized differently, like men's jeans with a waist measurement by a length. I've been saying for years women's fashion designers should do this and someone has finally listened to my inner monologue!

I was feeling pleased with my telepathic communication with the fashion world until I realized that my waist measurement was the same as my inseam, which conjured a square shaped image in my mind. (And, I'm pretty tall so it wasn't a small-ish square either.) I tentatively took a pair back to the dressing room, and it fit! Visually they gave me a small waist, long, thin legs and the perfect amount of junk in the trunk.

But wait, this one has a hole in the knee. I tried to send Amy to find me a pair without a hole, but the holes are on purpose. It's "pre-worn." In other words, before it goes to the store its distressed so it looks used (too bad there was nothing at the thrift store). Since they were so cute, I gave it a second thought long enough to glance at the price tag: $76.

I glanced at the jeans I was wearing with the small hole wearing in the knee, and I went to Wal*Mart where I found a pair of mid-rise, boot cut jeans (with no holes) that pretend I have a butt for $12. Best yet, they are sized with a number that doesn't make me feel too round, but I can't help but think I'm still pretty square.


Wednesday, May 27, 2009

8's Meme

Melanie and Ali both tagged me for the Crazy 8's Meme. Melanie is an old friend from our previous town, and Ali is a relatively new friend from a writers group I belong to. Both are amazing ladies I am proud to call my friends.


Here be Da Rules:
1. Mention the person who tagged you.
2. Complete the list of 8's.
3. Tag 8 other bloggers.
4. Tell them they have been tagged.

Eight Things I Look Forward To:

1. Being able to run 25 miles in one week (I'm doing 12-14 now).
2. Trip we are planning for our 10th anniversary.

3. Graduating from Graduate School.
4. Playing the organ in Sacrament meeting in June.
5. Going to Oregon for the first time in 3 years.
6. Eating veggies from my garden.
7. Getting the basement finished.
8. Resolving my perpetual hair angst.

Eight Things I Did Yesterday

1. Primed, and then painted a wall (red).
2. Tried switched out my Yoplait for Activia, (cutting out 100 calories and a ton of sugar).
3. Ate broccoli/tortellini salad.
4. Called my parents to check on my grandpa.
5. Watered my baby shade trees.

6. Hollered at the dog to get off the trampoline.
7. Practiced the accompaniment for a ward choir piece.
8. Ran several loads of laundry.

Eight Things I Wish I Could Do

1. Run faster.
2. Grow a Hamburger Tree

3. Thwart entropy in my house & yard.
4. Wear pretty high heels.
5. Convince my dog to stay off the trampoline and out of the garden.
6. Run off to St George this weekend.
7. Think of something interesting to write here.
8. Or Here.

Eight Shows I Watch

1. Big Bang Theory
2. 30 Rock
3. The Office
4. ESPN
5. Various design shows on HGTV
6. History Channel
7. America's Funniest Home Videos
8. Phineas and Ferb

Restaurants:
~Training Table
~Red Robin
~Thaifoon
~Cheesecake Factory
~Thai House
~Olive Garden
~China Garden
~Las Margaritas


8 of my Quirks:
~I like odd numbers best.
~I've been obsessively planting more stuff in my garden, for fear what I already planted won't grow.
~I bite my nails when I am anxious.
~I make up theme music to go along with my life.
~I sing show tunes in the shower.
~Gershwin is my favorite.
~I've trained my 4 year old to DJ my Pandora while I work out.
~I haven't acquired a new pet since August, which is a record.

Eight Friends I Am Tagging:

I'm tagging all my friends with blogs from the local Mommies Network.

Tuesday, May 26, 2009

Compostess with the Mostess

A few friends have asked about my compost. In my vegetable garden, I am using all organic food and pesticides, which means I'm relying heavily on compost to keep my soil chock full of nutrients for my seedlings. There are a plethora of web sites and books dedicated to composting, but I've found it to be a pretty simple way to boost the health of my plants and the nutrition of the vegetables without exposing my family to dangerous chemicals. Compost also improves your soil structure, whether your soil is sandy, clayey, or depleted, compost will help it turn into that soft, black soil that plants thrive in.

I've found that composting is practically a no-brainer, its so simple and it also keeps my garbage can from filling up with things that are completely biodegradable and can go directly back to the earth.

So here are the compost basics:

First you need a place to put your compost. You need a location, preferably near your garden, that is approximately 3 feet x 3 feet x 3 feet deep or larger. This is so it can heat up enough to break down adequately. Some people use bins, right now I'm just using a hole I dug in the ground. I do not recommend using commercial "composters." We had one and it didn't work any better than a pile, and it was really inconvenient to get the compost out once it was done composting. Another option is to put your compost directly into a large black plastic bag.

Some people worry that their compost will be unsightly or smell unpleasant, you won't have any problems with smell if you are putting the right stuff into your compost. Compost has two parts, brown and green.

The Green factor is going to consist of mostly kitchen scraps: onion skins, carrot ends, melon or squash rinds, potato peels...any fruit or vegetable waste you have left over after preparing a meal, with a few exceptions. You do not want to put anything that has been cooked in fat, or in any type of sauce, including syrup. Savory sauces and fats will bring rodents to your compost, which you do not want. I'm also careful not to throw anything with seeds (such as apple cores) into my compost, simply because I don't need more weeds to pull. Green ingredients are high in nitrogen which your plants crave and which will also help heat up your pile. Other green ingredients are things like hair (I cut my family's hair, so the scraps go into the compost pile), egg shells, coffee grounds, feathers, and tea. Fresh grass clippings and manure are also high in nitrogen. Your compost will stink if you add anything milk, cheese or meat based to your pile, and you will draw rodents. I don't put anything in my compost that doesn't directly remember being a plant. No bread, no cereals (except plain grains such as if I spill oats or flour on the floor I will sweep it into my compost) no leftover casseroles, that stuff goes to the dog. Only plant based things go into my compost.

The Brown factor is going to consist of (shredded) dried grass clippings, leaves, paper, cardboard, or newspaper, corn stalks, hay, corn cobs, and straw. This adds carbon to your compost. I've been adding things like brown paper bags and paper egg cartons to my compost for an extra brown boost--paper is good because earth worms love it!

You want your compost to be approximately half brown and half green. Typically I even out my compost with grass clippings. If I'm short on green, I'll add fresh grass clippings to my pile. If I'm short on brown, I'll spread out grass clipplings to bake in the sun and then once they yellow add them as a high-carbon ingredient to my heap. Having a good balance between the two colors will mean that your compost pile will not smell bad. This is important to me.

Fill your compost bin, hole, or pile in layers, a layer of nitrogen/green followed by a layer of carbon/brown. If your compost pile isn't getting hot in the middle, increase the size, and add more green stuff. You want your compost to get hot hot hot. If you stick a digging fork into your compost and turn over a layer, it should steam. You should also see lots of earthworms. These are indicators that your compost is balanced and breaking down into black gold for your garden. If your compost is large, balanced between green & brown, but still not heating up, cover it with a black plastic bag so it will absorb more sunlight & heat.

Every few days to a week or so, mix your compost pile. If you are using a heap or hole in the ground, use a shovel or digging fork to mix & turn your pile. If you are composting in a black plastic bag, just roll it around a few times.

Every time you water your garden, water your compost. It should always be damp inside, so give it a good once over with the hose or from your water recycling bucket.

Finally, you will want to rotate your compost. If you are constantly adding new material to your heap, it will never completely break down into black compost, there will always be varying degrees of composting material in your pile. Once you've built a good sized pile, you will want to let that one work (keep turning it and watering it) and start a new one with your new kitchen scraps.

Once your compost breaks down into a fine, black powder, you can add it directly to your plants frequently through the growing season and in quantity when you plant in the spring. Your plants will thank you!

Friday, May 22, 2009

My Grandpa

Before I was born, my mom's dad died of heart disease and a few years later my dad's mom set up Grandma Florence with Garth, a man my dad had worked for as a teenager who had recently gone through a divorce, and so when I was around two, Florence and Garth were married.

I don't remember any of this, but I do remember my grandpa calling my grandma "Sally" and when people asked him who was woman he was with, he said it was Jane Fonda's sister Sally, and isn't she beautiful? I loved watching him romance my grandmother. When neighboring school children were selling candy, he bought boxes of truffles to give Grandma. When I slept over at their mountain home in Covered Bridge Canyon, instead of going to sleep I would look through the drawers at all the beautiful jewelry he had given her (she organized them in the divided boxes from the candies).

And one year, Grandpa wrote a love poem to her and entered it in a contest. His poem won, and so he shared his grand prize with her, a trip to Israel.

Grandpa always called me Jenni Rose. He said it was because I was as beautiful as a rose. Once, I broke his heart. I was four or five years old and was learning about family relationships. I was interested in learning which of my uncles were my dads brothers and which had married his sisters. And I put it together that Garth was not my mom's dad, so I said, "You are not my real grandpa." To me it was an observation, but I still wish I could go back to that moment and tell him that he will always always be my real grandpa.

Grandpa was a writer. Before he retired, he worked professionally as a technical writer, but in his heart he was a story teller. I think he liked that I share his interest in writing, and he always encouraged me to learn the rules of grammar and apply them to my writing. It was not unusual for him to give me a style guide for my birthday. He spent years working on a book which was about the other love of his life: horses. Grandpa was the person who taught me to ride and I loved his beautiful horses. He had an appaloosa named War Chant and a thoroughbred named Sabona. But my favorite was Gem, a gray horse that I loved to canter with. Grandpa taught me to always make sure the horses were watered and cleaned before we could go eat ourselves, and to always wash hands after handling animals. He spoke to them in French and I think they understood him.

When Grandpa left the house, he would always say, "If the President calls while I'm out, take a message." Or sometimes he would say, "If Hollywood tries to reach me, they will have to call back later." One day, Michael Douglas' agent called while Grandpa was out. Michael Douglas was interested in producing a movie based on a book Grandpa had ghost written. The agent didn't leave a phone number, and Grandpa was upset saying, "Well, why would Hollywood be calling ME anyway?"

Grandpa was always good for a cookie, a dollar, or a bowl of ice cream. He introduced me to HeyDey bars, and he must have had quite a stash because the company stopped making them years before I was born. He was dependable in his callings, always helpful to his neighbors, and never got tired of taking small children on hikes and horseback rides. He let us climb up the haystack and play in the old truck and car. There were sink holes near his home that he would explore with us, and he taught us to avoid stinging nettles and how to cut an aloe vera leaf to doctor a sunburn.

Grandpa does not remember me anymore. He is still kind and loving, and he likes my children but I don't think he recognizes them, I can tell he doesn't remember my name. He's been in the hospital this week due to a reaction to the medication and stress of some dental work. I hate that the great man I knew has lost so much of his independence, but I'm happy to hear that he's still strong and that he's not going down without a fight. Yesterday he decided he's done with the hospital so he tore off his hospital gown and told Grandma "get me out of here, I'm ready to go home." I can't say I blame him.

We are going to Oregon next month for a visit, I can hardly wait to see him.

Monday, May 18, 2009

Rhyming Game

Rhymes are a fabulous way to reinforce early and pre-reading skills. My oldest loved Dr. Seuss books, but my younger child is only now warming up to them at 4 1/2 years old.

So awhile back we created this fun and easy to improv rhyming game.

Parent: I know a word, it rhymes with bat, it says "meow" it is a...
Child: CAT!
Parent: I know a word, it rhymes with goat, it has a sail it is a...
Child: BOAT!

And so on. We now play this anytime we are in the car needing to pass time, on long drives or while we are waiting for big brother to get done with school or practice. I like that it reinforces not only rhyming and phonemic awareness, but also mental processing as the child has to decode the clues while searching for a rhyming word that fits the clue.

She's surprised me a few times with words that both rhyme and answer the question, but that were different than the one I thought of!

We also love the Llama, Llama, books for more rhyming fun!



Book Giveaway Winner: Catholic Roots, Mormon Harvest

The winner of the drawing for a copy of Catholic Roots, Mormon Harvest is Mama Zen. Please send an email to the address in my profile with the mailing address of where you would like your book sent. I hope you find it as interesting as I did.

To the runners up: if you would like to purchase a copy of this book, it is available here.

The results of this contest were generated by Random.org. Unclaimed prizes will be awarded to a runner up after 7 days.

Thanks for playing!

Sunday, May 17, 2009

This Grand Experiment

This is our first year doing Square Foot Gardening. I made boxes last year, but it was too late in the year to plant, but it did give us a year to perfect our dog-fence building skills.

Here is my baby cabbage, I started cabbages from seed this year, just to see if I could do it:



My peppers, surrounded by natural pest control. The back row will be onions (also from seed), which are up but too small to see in the picture.



As usual, I started my own tomatoes from seed, and transplanted the seedlings on Saturday. Since we have hot, dry summers, I planted them deep up to the first leaves which is why they are so small but I anticipate they will overgrow my tomato cages.

The white things around the base of each plant are crushed egg shells. Normally I put eggshells right into my compost, but tomatoes feed heavily on calcium, and the sharp egg shells deter cutworms naturally.



Here is my whole garden, in 128 square feet of garden I have growing 4 pepper plants, 8 tomato plants, 144 onions, 8 cabbages, 72 spinach plants, 72 leaf lettuce, 144 carrots, 4 winter squash, and around 100 stalks of early maturing corn (sprouted, but not visible in the picture.) There are also a bunch of marigolds thrown in there too. I have an additional 2 butternut squash plants planted not in boxes. I started some of the squash from seed and some from purchased seedlings. So far everything has shown its face except for the carrots.

Bring on the veggies!




Wednesday, May 13, 2009

Catholic Roots, Mormon Harvest

Catholic Roots, Mormon Harvest: A Story of Conversion and 40 Comparative Doctrines is the story of Eric and Marilyn Shuster, a couple who were each raised in homes filled with the richness of Catholic tradition and faith. Happy with their beliefs, they prepared to raise their family in the same practice when they unexpectedly embarked on a spiritual journey sparked an LDS family living next door. Their extensive knowledge of Catholicism--both were active life-long Catholics, and Marilyn was a former Fransiscan Nun--gave them a framework for their investigation into the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints as they compared and contrasted the doctrines of each religion.

Now, twenty years after their conversion to the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints, Eric has published a side-by-side comparison of various doctrines that are fundamental to both faiths, followed by a discussion of what he viewed as the important differences and similarities between the two churches. His extensive research into the Catholic Catechism, the Bible, and LDS scriptures and writings create a cohesive summary of the beliefs of both sects with insights from his time studying as a member of each church. Throughout the book, Shuster shows deference and respect to the members, leaders, and traditions of both churches.

Catholic Roots, Mormon Harvest was written as a study-aid for four separate audiences: Catholic readers desiring to learn, as he did, more about the beliefs of their Mormon friends or neighbors, Non-Catholic readers desiring to learn more about Catholicism, Mormonism, or both, as a helpful reference aid found in the summaries of doctrinal beliefs for either or both religions, and finally, for someone interested in reading it as a memoir of a spiritual journey.

Catholic Roots, Mormon Harvest is well-researched and the author has given a great attention to detail in both his citations and his style and editing choices. It is clear from his writing that he is an intelligent writer able to segue smoothly between topics, allowing the reader to make connections between related doctrines easily. This book was a pleasure to read!

About the Author:
Eric Shuster is the President and CEO of IntelliClear Inc., a Colorado-based market research firm. Eric is also the Founder and Executive Director of the Foundation for Christian Studies, a non-profit organization dedicated to the study, teaching, and practice of Christianity. Eric was born into the Catholic faith and was an active member for twenty-seven years. During this time, he served in a variety of lay leadership roles relating to music, youth ministry, and young adult ministry. Eric s wife, Marilyn, is a graduate of Nathan Hale High School and earned a Bachelor of Arts degree from the University of Saint Thomas. Like Eric, she was born into the Catholic faith and was an active member for thirty-four years. During this time, she served in a variety of lay leadership roles, including certified Catholic youth minister, and Franciscan nun. In 1989 Marilyn and Eric converted to The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints. They have been active Latter-day Saints ever since. They have served in a many ward and stake leadership roles. The Shusters have three children and make their home in Colorado Springs, Colorado.


You can read another review of Catholic Roots, Mormon Harvest here. To purchase a copy of this book, please visit www.cedarfort.com.

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Sesame Seed Bun

"Mom, if I plant this seed, will it grow into a hamburger tree? I'd like to make a hamburger tree just for you!"

Sunday, May 10, 2009

Another Green Living Solution: More on Recycling Water

Problem 1: In Mel Bartholomew's Square Foot Gardening book, he recommends using sun-warmed water to warm your plants, as it doesn't shock their roots.

Problem 2: My dog's water bucket needs to be large to keep him from dumping it, and to keep him from running out. But it grows algae in the sun, yuck.

Problem 3: Standing water can lead to mosquito and other insects breeding. It's recommended that you dump standing water every few days to prevent this.

Green Living Solution: I've started watering my garden with water from the dog's bucket. The algae is an extra boost of vitamins for my plants, and the water is sun-warmed. Then I clean the bucket & refill for the dog to have fresh drinking water.

More on Recycling Water here and here.

Saturday, May 09, 2009

A Journey in the Blogosphere

Yarntangler discovered my blog the other day with a fun new meme. You simply click on one of the links in your own sidebar, and then click on a link in that person's side bar, and so on, 6 times and see what fun new blogs you discover and where you end up.

I'm going to play along. First, I clicked on the blog of Renaissance Mama, where she was blogging about a hilarious illustrated depiction of an event between her two children. Then I realized she doesn't have a blog roll on her blog, so...

I went back to my blog and clicked on Zoe's blog. Zoe is blogging about insomnia in her post Sleepless Beauty and looking for useful remedies. While you are over there, you also must read her New Year's Resolutions, if you can handle that level of snarky wit you will love her blog as much as I do.

From there I clicked on a link for Elizabeth at Every Day is a Gift, where I found a dialogue between her and a child about appropriate activities for boys/girls, in this case, driving trucks.

I couldn't resist the link from there to Sticky Feathers and was delighted to find...PUPPY PICTURES! I love puppies, and looking at pictures of dogs on the internet is one of my favorite time-sucks. And what could be better than puppy pictures than small children holding puppies? Oh joy!

Then I clicked out to Just Add Water only to find...more dogs! YAY! I'm sorry I didn't start playing this game sooner if it was going to feed my puppy p*rn addiction.

Following along with the "just" theme, for my last visit I clicked next on Just My Type. No puppies there, but a cute little family and some brilliant photography.

I've broadened my horizons without stepping away from the computer--yeah me. And I go to see cute puppy pictures! I'm not tagging anyone, but if you decide to play along, let me know so I can see which fun new places you've discovered online.

Friday, April 24, 2009

Another Installment of FHE at the Manor


I could compile cute little Family Home Evening lessons and post them for you to use, but I'm not sure everyone wants to read about how to teach your children Nirvana lyrics effectively. (Kurt Cobain coloring pages might be a nice touch, maybe next time.) However, I did want to share the goings on of our rather eventful FHE on Monday night.

First of all, one of my children has a tendency to perseverate. In layman's terms that means he chooses an interest and obsesses about it until everyone nearby has been driven to suicide, or worse developing a shared interest in said activity. Which is why we now own the awesomely bad Spiderwick Chronicles movie because of the House Brownie (pronounced Broo-nee) obsession and I can name which character wields which light saber thanks to the Star Wars years, (or months as it may have actually been, but it felt like years.)

If my life were a television show, this season it would be titled, "Lords of the Manor: Ireland." Enough with the parenthetical statements, the point is we have been subjected to hours of Irish talk, Irish lore, Irish musings about Irish Soda bread and what it might taste like, leprechauns: how to trap them, gold, and an intense and sudden need to learn to repair shoes. The Ireland craze began shortly after Valentine's Day and I thought it would wane around March 18th but alas, it has carried on.

Coincidentally, I started reading Angela's Ashes around this same time, so while I was reading about starvation and the slums of Limerick, I was being enchanted with stories of a completely different version of what life is like for children in Ireland, who are so lucky that they even get to play the fabulous sport of Gaelic football, running all over the beautiful green fields, and when they aren't doing that, being pulled around in little carts behind miniature horses.

He tried his hand at writing limericks. I tried my hand at keeping my sanity when he decided that every word from his mouth would be in an "Irish" accent. I decided at one point to go along with the adage, "if you can't beat 'em, join em" and tried my hand at a brogue for a few days, but it only seemed to egg him on. I had the unfortunate task of breaking the news to a very disappointed boy that no, we do not have any Irish ancestry, so no, he is not really Irish deep down. Then I sent him to Nevada to visit his grandparents for three days, to give my ears a break. He came home renewed, tormenting me further with more Irishness.

This is about the time I realized that a member of our ward served her mission in Ireland. Aha! He could hear about Ireland from someone else, someone who has been there, someone who actually knows, someone who is NOT me. I decided to invite her entire family over for dinner and FHE, she agreed to give the lesson, a cultural experience for us all to learn more about Ireland. The best laid plans...

My friend came prepared with pictures, brochures, maps, and a flag. After dinner, She told us mission stories, told us about the landscape and size of the country, and shared dozens of facts. She even brought Waterford crystal for us to see and made a delicious Irish trifle to share. She concluded her talk and then asked if we had any questions. Jordan said, "Do you have any Irish tales?" It seems he was more interested in hearing about druids and leprechauns, which wasn't slated in the schedule. No matter, Paul and I learned a lot about Ireland and Jordan seemed to have paid attention somewhat. But where was Taryn?

I remembered telling her before dinner that no, she could not use the hose to fill up the wading pool, but it seems she'd disappeared during the FHE lesson. I could hear the girls going up and down the stairs, so I investigated, only to discover that she had taken the wading pool from the garage, set it up in the yard, and she and a friend were doing a bucket brigade down the stairs to bring water to the pool without using the hose. How clever. Now there was water in the bathroom, all down the stairs and out the door, and at least one small child has slipped and bumped her head on the cement driveway.

At least she was being obedient and not using the hose, because that was the important thing--not to use the hose, right? And strangely, I've heard less about Ireland over the last four days. Problem solved? Once that day was over, I was ready to head for the pub and get a pint--of Ben & Jerry's.

Tuesday, April 21, 2009

Life is Tough: I Doubt I'll Make it Out Alive


I was asked to be part of Stacy Gooch-Anderson's Stayin' Alive with Stacy virtual book tour and Life Saver Challenge for her new book Life is Tough, I Doubt I'll Make it Out Alive. In this book Anderson explores the wisdom she's gleaned in 28 "life lessons" that, from reading the chapter headings sound serious, until Anderson twists them into a humorous light with stories of her adventures as a wife and mother.

When Paul and I were engaged, at one time we went to a Homecoming fireside at BYU in honor of an old woman who had made great contributions of some kind to the University, assuming that with such a rich background we would hear an enlightening talk from her. As it turned out, the audience was filled primarily with her extended family members, and the speakers simply told family jokes and stories that everyone seemed to understand except for Paul and me. Eight years later, we sat in a Stake Conference where a new Stake President was called in an area we'd recently moved to. The new Pres had family living in the stake, and consequently many of them spoke or bore their testimonies. Again we felt like we'd crashed a family reunion and didn't quite understand anything that was going on.

This was how I felt again, starting out reading the first few chapters of Life is Tough. I initially felt it would be a great book for her family members who knew each other and understood the characters and jokes, but I didn't feel like I was getting it. However, I had to write a review on it and Stacy had mailed me some candy with the book so I felt obligated to finish it, especially since I'd eaten the candy within about 10 seconds of opening the package.

I kept reading and, unexpectedly, found myself laughing--not just a chuckle, I was laughing so hard I had to set the book down, wipe away tears, and run to the bathroom. Suddenly the writing style that had felt a bit cumbersome at first clicked and I devoured the rest of the book. I tortured my husband with, "Oh honey, you have to hear this one..." and reread chapters out loud for him to enjoy. (I'm not sure he did, because he was trying to sleep at the time. His loss.)

My favorite part was the story of a small child learning to wipe his own behind, it reminded me of the not to far distant past and my own conversations with a child articulate enough to be well past the age of solo butt-wiping. You'll have to read her book to hear her story, but here's mine:

I poooooooooooped! (Yelled loudly through the house since the rest of us are in the dining room enjoying our dinner, it's always at dinner time.)

So, wipe yourself then!

Mommy, I can't! I need you to do it.

You are big enough to do it, go ahead and try. (Followed by a detailed description of how to do it.)

I'm afraid to get poop on my hand on accident.

That's what soap & water are for! Come on, what are you going to do when you start school and you need to go?

I'll just wait until I get home.

What happens if you can't wait? Am I still going to be wiping your rear when you are in high school? College?

Maybe. You could come to my apartment, and do my laundry while you are there.


I'm still not sure why I didn't mesh with the beginning of Life is Tough, but I'm glad I kept reading, and so are my stomach muscles with needed some tightening up. Grab a box of kleenex before you start reading, because there are also sections that are quite emotional.


You can read the author's background story of her inspiration for "Life Lessons" here.


“Life Saver” - A dog who attends a flea circus will most likely steal the whole show. If you would like to read Stacy's thoughts on this tidbit, head over to her blog for her thoughts on this and other Life Savers.

You can see my review of Stacy's book, The Santa Letters here. Life is Tough is available at Amazon, Deseret Book, and Seagull Book, as well as LDS Bookstores.

Saturday, April 11, 2009

Happy Easter!



Friday, April 10, 2009

Pink Panther



Tuesday, April 07, 2009

I Can't Seem to Mind my Own Business

Even when it earns me dirty looks. I'm sorry, but if you are under four and a half feet tall, and you are taking swings with a closed fist at another small person's nose, I'm going to intervene. Even if you aren't my child. Even if the child being assaulted isn't mine either.

If I see you stuffing your jacket pockets with decongestants at the pharmacy, I'm going to tell, and I'm going to enjoy watching the store security get to utilize the take down they've practiced.

I promise, if I see an unattended shopping cart zooming toward your car at top speed, whether your car is a beater boat or a Caddy, if its in my power to do so, I will stop it.

And if you are four years old, and you are wandering out into the parking lot, with no adults or even older children in sight, I will stop and talk to you. I don't care if your mother said never talk to strangers, I will ask you where your mother is, what her name is, and I will bring you back into the store. I will stay with you until we find your parent. Even if she glares and me, as if my rescuing you from oncoming traffic somehow insulted her.

I will make it my business. And, in return if my child is wandering aimlessly, or taking swings at other children, or perhaps even at some future time if you witness a kid of mine shoplifting or buying alcohol (of course my child would never do this, but hypothetically speaking) do the same for me. I'd like to hope you'd stop a shopping cart from smashing in my car door too, if you can. Thanks.


Monday, April 06, 2009

Kid Funnies

Paul to Taryn, who was pestering: Quit acting like a bum!

Jordan: Yeah, Taryn, quit acting like a homeless person...

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Jordan, who can earn cash by cleaning up after the dog said while looking out the window, "Hey look, Zen is making some more money for me!"

Wednesday, April 01, 2009

I'm Painting my Kitchen Red, I'm Painting my Kitchen Red





My kitchen project is done!

Here is the before:





Baby Name Office

In some countries, parents are only able to give their children approved names. The government doesn't tolerate people's stupidity rubbing off on their kids permanently, thus there is no danger of a child being named "Talula Does the Hula from Hawaii" or "Adolf Hitler". There is an approved list, you pick a name off it, and your child doesn't get beat up at school, it works out very nicely for everyone.

I think I've found my dream job. The USA should implement an "approved name only" policy as a revision to the Patriot Act. I don't think we need an approved list, just an approval process, and I am volunteering to head up this bureaucracy. Well, not as a volunteer, but as a paid supervisor of the program. Just think, your tax dollars will never have given you more bang for your buck than when they pay my salary to ensure that your six year old won't have to write out, Kaightlinn, Fergal, Napier, Majella, and Ximon (pronounced "Simon") on Valentine cards. Parents could submit their choice of names, and I would simply approve or disapprove them. If they aren't approved, I'd pick an alternate, and I would standardize the pronunciations and spellings as well. "Your request to name your daughter Lysa is under review. Please specify whether you would like your daughter's name pronounced Lisa or Liza."

We could have quotas on certain names. "Mr and Mrs. P, we regret to inform you that there are already 12 Jacksons living in a 2 block radius of your house. In order to save the sanity of local elementary school teachers, we are rejecting your request to name your child Jaxon. Instead, may we suggest..."


Tuesday, March 31, 2009

April Conference Activities for Children

General Conference is this weekend and I like to help my children focus on the conference with a fun packet of Conference related games and activities. Here is a fun one you can download or print for your use. It was originally compiled by the Twin Knolls Ward Primary.

2009 April Conference Packet