Tuesday, February 27, 2007

Cool by association

Today I had lunch with famous bloggers.

It was delightful. Thanks for a fun afternoon, Stephanie and Courtney! Sarah, you were missed.

P.S. My darling friend Jami started a new blog. She is amazing--try her recipes and then bring me some of what you make. Yum!

Saturday, February 24, 2007

I'm taking a poll

Please inform me about your Girl Scout cookie purchasing and eating habits. I would really like to know.

Me? I ordered three boxes of Thin Mints and one box of Samoas. Then, when they were delivered today, I bought two extra boxes, one of each. I ate one box of Samoas, pretty much by myself (mmmm, Samoas!), the kids ate one box of Thin Mints, with help from their friends. I will give the other box of Samoas to Steve to indulge in at work (mmmm, Samoas!). I will give one box of Thin Mints to my neighbor (who is inquisitive, like his wife) because he helped me with Cub Scouts and tools last week. I will anonymously give one box of Thin Mints to a lady I'm supposed to be "Secret Sistering" per a Relief Society dealio. That leaves one box of Thin Mints, that I will probably bust open on Monday when the kids are in school. I'll save just a few for them.

Now, it's your turn. Please inform.

Wednesday, February 21, 2007

Pretend you care

Once a year or so, springtime compels me to go shopping and splurge (by my frugal standards) on some new components of my wardrobe.

Today, Isaac and Norah and I hit the sales racks at Anthropologie pretty hard and--after running into our cute pediatrician who "usually doesn't say hi to people in public" but said hi to us nonetheless--we came away with a few delightful but inexpensive treasures to adorn my person.

Presenting Emily's Springtime Splurge of 07:

Self-explanatory top, in a color I used to wear a lot in high school, when I wore boy clothes.

It seems like skirts from Anthro last forever, they are such great quality. Bonus when they are cheap, cheap!

A whimsical purchase. I think it is the first bathrobe I have ever had in my life.

Because Abby bought some, and Abby is cool.

I also got two other things that do not have available pictures on the website, probably because they were marked down so far. Oh wait, three other things. An awesome cropped denim jacket with a big hood, a pale yellow tank shirt that I may or may not wear that was only $9.95, and a pink slip for $5.

Hooray for Anthropologie sales racks and hooray for springtime!

[Addendum, just for fun: Regular sticker price for the seven items I bought (as if!)=$534. I paid=$145.70. So satisfying!]

Friday, February 16, 2007

The great semi-annual uploading of the pictures

Every year in our family we take tens and tens of photos. We like to let special events pass, let plenty of time go by so it is not fresh in our memories, and then months later empty the camera to see if we happened to record on film any of the moments of that special occasion in our family's/children's lives. It's a crapshoot.

To illustrate, take our honeymoon. We actually did bring our camera, and posed for plenty of pictures on our honeymoon; but then I opened the camera and exposed the film, so we actually have no documented proof that we spent that fun week in Carmel/Monterrey, California. Oh, and then we threw away our marriage certificates, so maybe we're not really married anymore. There's little proof.

Here is a little proof that the last four months really happened. Norah got bigger and looked like her Nana and got a new cousin. Isaac continued to perfect his rock star persona. We had friends and family over after Norah was blessed at church. Someone took a rocking family photo of us, personalities intact. We celebrated Christmas. Elliot played the piano at the mall. We pawned Aaron off on a scary dude at Legoland. Good times, all around.

Tuesday, February 13, 2007

My favorite things today

A clean house.

A new Newsweek to curl up with.

My kids get to see their Grandma today.

The eleven items I just bought at Old Navy for a grand total of $21. (Cute baby and toddler girl long-sleeved pink tees and pink turtlenecks for $.47 each. Go stock up to give as gifts!)

My amazing husband who works so hard for our family.

New books from the library to read to the kids.

Thinking about last night's game of kickball with friends. Elliot was so proud of himself for kicking a homerun, even if he did overrun the runner in front of him, and didn't exactly tag the bases. Isaac skipped around the field and from base to base, just loving that his best friend Max and his favorite babysitters were playing with him at the park. Aaron learned how to "pitch" the kickball and get it to the right general vicinity of the kicker.

The City of Phoenix's youth sports program which allows me to sign my child up for sports for a mere $20 instead of $70 plus. Plus it's much more laid-back than the more expensive leagues, which is great for this not-so-motivated-by-competition family of ours.

The pretty things that Design Mom and her sister Jordan post on their blogs.

Extra money sitting in the bank waiting for me to spend it on clothes and a haircut and maybe even an anniversary trip to Hawaii, because I haven't had time to burn through it yet.

Giving bags and bags of the Godfrey sisters' grand collection of maternity clothes to my sister Abby.

Aaron taking drawing classes after school.

An understanding with Steve that we'll buy each other stuff later, and won't be compelled by societal expectations to exchange gifts tomorrow.

New friends that I've made reading and writing blogs.

New friends in real life.

Old friends in real life and on blogs.

Norah's sweet temperament and infectious smile, pictures of which I will be posting soon. Very soon.

Drinking lots of water.

Aromatic lilies on my mantel.

Friday, February 09, 2007

My Friday afternoon

In preparation for our upcoming trip to Rocky Point, I had a very cultural dining experience today. I met some friends from high school at a Mexican diner known for their gigantic tortas, or sandwiches. The two friends I had lunch with live very far away from each other, so I think one of them literally looked at a map and picked an intersection in the middle, and it just happened to be a very Hispanic area.

It was fun. The waitresses barely spoke English; I think there may have been one other couple that wasn't Latin during the hour and a half we were there; we got some curious stares; the food was authentic and greasy. It really felt like Mexico, and I had to remind myself that of course it was safe to drink the tap water. I love to try new restaurants and I would probably never in my life have had occasion to eat at Tortas la Presa on 7th St and Dunlap, if it weren't for random restaurant picking. Hooray for random restaurant picking!

Then I went to Costco, where I watched with amazement as Isaac refused samples of toffee chips, brownies, chocolate covered protein bars, tri-tip roast, pasta, and cream puffs. He must have been very full from his hamburguesa con queso y papas. I tried to avoid eye contact with the lady who scans my Costco card each and every time and tries to talk me into upgrading to the Executive Membership because she says I spend enough in a year and I would get money back. I tried that once, and, frankly, I think it's a scam. Why should I give Costco $60 more so in a year's time I can get a voucher redeemable only at Costco for $68? Sometimes when a company is so eager to make money on me, I cannot help but think it is benefiting them more than it is me.

However, I am very interested in knowing: are the receipt-checkers at Costco required to draw highlighted smiley-faces, or is that duty optional? I'm just curious.

And for the last recap of my afternoon, I called Steve today to check on his current mental/emotional status, and he was laughing. Laughing. At work. He has had the crappiest, most stressful of months at work. I'm so pleased that he has had one good day. Here's to a good weekend!

Thursday, February 08, 2007

Milo delivers

Go see what my little sister has to say.

I think this post sounds very judgmental

It's not that I am really obsessed with celebrities. I'm not. I don't read People or UsWeekly, and only sometimes click on the salacious headlines in the celebrity section of the online Arizona Republic that try to lure me in with all sex, all the time. (For example, the headlines as of this minute include: Britney's No Lesbian, Mischa Barton's Nude Fury, and Courteney Cox's Nude Pride. My father works for a classy news organization, no?)

It's just that celebrities often make for good conversation. I like to think of myself as being loving and compassionate and able to mourn with those who mourn, and so it is with great sadness that I report that Anna Nicole Smith has died. I say "report" because I might have a window of about two minutes after I post this during which this still might be news to someone.

This is why I'm sad: What a crappy life.

Like I said, I am not obsessed with Miss Smith and don't know all the details of her sordid experience on this earth, but what I do know makes me very, very sad for her. Lawsuit after lawsuit (thank you, but I'll pass), paternity issues, depression and anguish over her son's sudden death, marriage for money to an old geezer (sick!), paparazzi galore (eckk), substance abuse, dieting controversy, weight struggles. And, and by this I mean no disrespect to the dead, she was pretty much Floozy Central. How could that bring anyone happiness? Poor Anna.

I was at a funeral yesterday for a woman who died unexpectedly at the very young age of 46. Her funeral caused me to reflect again on the transition that is death and how there is a certain peace associated with it that I welcome. I am not anxious for my loved ones to die, but I find a degree of beauty in the process.

I'm really hoping that for Miss Anna Nicole Smith, there is a peacefulness and that she has a better go of things in the next life. I'm rooting for her.

Monday, February 05, 2007

The Glass Castle

I just finished this book.

It may have been the most frustrating reading material I have ever encountered. It was also interesting, absorbing, well-written, not believable, depressing but also a little bit inspiring.

The book is a memoir basically about four children growing up with parents who refused to provide for their children on almost every level. These children went without structure, guidance, security, food, plumbing, electricity, you name it. The parents, however, had money and opportunities at their disposal that they neglected to use to help their children. Cue my frustration.

I was bugged not only because these parents ought to have been in jail--why didn't anyone do anything?--but also because I am naturally a little skeptical of memoir as a literary genre. The author begins with detailed descriptions of her life starting at age 3. Huh? So much of the dialogue, reactions, feelings, sequence of events, and actual occurrences have to have been invented. How accurately could a person remember the details of her childhood, enough to write a book 288 pages long? I'm a cynic. But, in this post-A Million Little Pieces era, can anyone get away with a memoir that is even the tiniest bit fabricated? It confuses me.

Regardless, I really really liked this book. If anyone has read it, please share your impressions. If you haven't read it, put it on your list.