Saturday, January 31, 2009

Aloha and mahalo and ohana


We went to Hawaii. Had a fantastic time and didn't want to come home.

We came home. I'm feeling the red eye. Very wiped out and trying not to think of my to-do list: make a large-scale auction happen and be awesome, learn stats for my test, catch up on bills, read all the magazines that came while I was gone, teach my kids responsibility, cheer for the Cardinals -- in thought only, because I don't care enough to actually watch it, unpack, clean the house, and buy a car. And call Diana, because I miss her. (I miss you, Diana!)

And paint my toenails. Can you believe the audacity I had to go to Hawaii without painted toenails? Yikes.

I'll post pictures of our trip soon. Again, it was really, really great. My dad came and was really, really great. He is fantastic with my kids, which is all a girl could hope for. (Thanks, Pops! We love you.) He told my kids not to brag about our trip because no one wants to hear about someone else's beachy vacation in to-die-for weather with yummy yummy food. So, in that vein, I will tell you about a not-so-great moment that happened on the plane this morning. 2:15 am North Shore time, 5:15 am Provo time. (And how I didn't get so much sleep.)

The plane is dark.
Everyone's asleep.
Norah throws up.
Cheez-its.
I think, like I always do while facing a vomit clean-up job, "This is the worst part of parenthood."
(I tend to face more than my fair share of vomit clean-up jobs.)
Steve is asleep and unreachable without causing a very big scene and waking up the neighbors.
Much better to let the neighbors sleep through the cleaning up of the vomit.
I was smart enough to have packed a change of Norah clothes in my carryon.
Yay me.
A flight attendant walks by.
A man.
I discreetly ask him for a plastic bag because I need to change my daughter's vomity clothes.
He very indiscreetly says, "YOU NEED AN AIR SICKNESS BAG?"
I try again for discreet.
"Just a plastic bag, please."
He offers disdainfully to bring some paper towels.
I am grateful and say yes, please.
He brings me three (3!) dinky paper towels.
One wet.
Two dry.
I'm on my own after that.
Lots of trips to the bathroom.
It is gross.
But I manage.
I do not put Norah back in stinky car seat after that.
I hold her.
She sleeps.
I eagerly wait for landing.
Two and a half hours to go.



I'm kind of depressed to be back in Utah.

Sunday, January 25, 2009

Going once. Going twice.


Go here and bid on the auction I'm helping put together to benefit Stephanie and Christian Nielson.

Thanks to all of you who have donated!

Tuesday, January 20, 2009

Sobbing through the bank drive-thru


from CNN


I'm overcome with gratitude for our freedoms and peace.

Sunday, January 18, 2009

Give me the sexy Martian with sparkler commemorative ones, please



Right after Christmas, I was at Costco and found a deal so good, and so puzzling, that Isaac wandered off and I didn't realized I had lost him for a good several minutes, I was that intent on the product. 

It was a three-pack of customizable Photo Stamps, worth $66, normally sold at Costco for around $40, for less than $20. Each pack in the three-pack was redeemable for twenty 42-cent stamps. So stay with me here: sixty first-class stamps, with personalized pictures and shipping included, for $19.99. Where I come from, sixty 42-cent stamps cost $25.20, without your own child's beautiful face on them. What a bargain! I bought three three-packs of fun stamps, cheaper than face value. And I tried to tell anybody who would listen at Costco to snatch them up, but nobody cared.

Then I found Isaac.

Tonight I spent way too much time ordering these stamps with custom photos to give as birthday gifts, and I know I could have found even more perfect pictures to put on the postage stamps had I spent even more time, but I had to draw the line at a couple of hours and a husband who went to bed without me. It was a lot of fun.


Becky, happy 35 this Friday. I will be out of town, and I may forget to call you. But please know that the hot image featured above will be arriving in your mailbox a tad late for the occasion in the form of US postage to be mailed to all your loved ones (no bills allowed). Happy birthday!

Monday, January 12, 2009

Man from future visits the 50s


[Click to enlarge.]
[Although I hate the word retarded.]
{Source} {Credit to Andrew.}

Saturday, January 10, 2009

Friday, January 09, 2009

People are lovely

My friend, the beautiful and talented Mindy, asked me to help put together a silent auction to be held at a benefit concert in February to raise money for our friends, the courageous and beloved Stephanie and Christian. I am most happy to do this (with the help of my fantastic, newest friends Jenny and Kristen) because I'm not crafty and I don't really have anything tangible to donate, but I am a pretty good organizer, and this is something I can do!

I've already hit up some family members and friends who have most generously agreed to donate items for the auction, but we can always use more. If anyone wants to give something, please let me know and we'll talk. It can be anything of value: tickets, crafts, services. And it can be big or small.

Also, if you live in Utah, you can buy the wonderful things in the auction! The concert will be at the Covey Center for the Arts on Center Street in Provo on Monday, February 2nd, starting at 7 pm. The auction will be out in the lobby beginning at 6:15 and lasting until about 20 minutes after the show. Get tickets here, or just show up to bid at the auction, even if you can't stick around for the concert. Here are some intriguing pictorial clues to just a smattering of the many things that will be up for sale that night:
















Saturday, January 03, 2009

All my beautiful boys


Our family's latest scare and miracle of safety: this happened today.