Tuesday, December 18, 2007

What I Did for Two Weeks

I think I'm just barely recovering from my two weeks as a pregnant mother of four. My sister and brother-in-law went to Portugal while I watched their girls. It wasn't too bad. As you can see, they're pretty good at entertaining themselves. If you look closely, you can see Christian in the background trying to work on his computer. Nice try, Christian.

We actually had a really fun time, and now I spend most of my time missing my baby Maggie. Isn't she cute? And she sure knows how to dance.

Thursday, December 13, 2007


I don't really like how Christmas changes when you get older. When I was a kid, the month of December seemed so long. I always had those chocolate Christmas countdowns that went on forever, and when I ate all the chocolate on the first day, I would make a paper chain--which seemed even longer. Now, December seems so short and then it's over. I hate the feeling of the first few days after Christmas when the houses still have their lights up. It sort of seems like a mockery. I just wish I could make the month last a long time--like it did when I was a kid. And I wish I could be as excited about Christmas presents as I was then. I remember talking to Daisy on the phone last year, and I could hear my three year old niece in the background giggling and yelling, "OH....MY.....GOODNESS!!!!!" She had just opened a coloring book. I think that was the year that I got a new laptop from my parents, and I can't quite remember if I said thanks or not.

So this year I've been thinking a lot about Christmas and how it used to be. I feel a lot of pressure because now I have my own house to decorate and make all Christmasy. I kept trying to think about what made it that way, and all I could come up with was a Christmas record that I listened to every year when I was a kid. I think I came home from school and put the record in the record player (I don't know if that makes me really old or if it just makes my family really out-dated). I would listen and dance to this Christmas record every day until Christmas. And thanks to Google, I found the album online for 34 cents. So it's not much but it's a start. And a pretty cheap start if you ask me.

Oh yeah, and we're having a boy.

Monday, November 19, 2007

It's a....Baby

Sad, I know, that our doctor couldn't tell us whether our spaghetti squash was a girl one or a boy one. Believe me, we tried everything we could to get the baby to move away from my belly button--almost to the point of me passing out (literally).

I guess I could say something logical and mature like, "Well, at least we have what looks like a healthy baby" or something like that. I'm sure I'll feel that later, but I think I'm going to stay with my disappointment for now.

Condolences may be sent to the comment section of this blog. Thank you for your support.

By the way, neither of us has won the bet. (Christian: girl, Sadie: boy). That means that I don't get shoes from Target and Christian doesn't get the jacket from Costco. At least not yet. But I think those shoes will look a lot better in March anyway.

Monday, November 12, 2007

Save Money. Live Better.

I wish I could take credit for that title, but I just read it on my Wal-Mart receipt. But I believe it. I am not an advocate for Wal-Mart, but I do shop there from time to time. And really I am all about saving money. I'm not quite as proficient as my sister Daisy, but to me saving money is almost like a game.

For my latest version of this game, Christian helped me create an Excel Spreadsheet (computer nerd) with all my meals on one side, all the groceries I need to buy, estimated cost, quantity, actual cost and total cost. And he pushed all these neat little buttons so it calculates it for me--magic. I don't even have to use my fingers to add and subtract and carry the one.

Now that I have this cute little program, I've suddenly become one of "those" people who can't answer fast enough when the cashier asks "Do you want a receipt with this?" Then I race home and tally up everything I spent.

Sound like a nice plan? It is. But like with every other nice plan, I get a little carried away with it. This week my goal was to spend less than I did last week. I spent over an hour in the store--scrutinizing every item. Sadly, I had conversations like this:

Can the kitchen really last another week without Lysol?

If only Christian would brush his teeth less, or at least
use less toothpaste when he does brush

These animal crackers are cheap, but can I make a meal out of them? Who am I kidding, of course I can.

How necessary is it to eat THREE meals a day?

In any case, I finally made my way out of the store and with $20 more than I had last week (and YES, I DID buy the toothpaste and the cleaner). The bad news is that while Christian and I won't starve, we may be eating cereal two to three times a day (with an occasional meal of bread and rice). But I'm not complaining. Not yet, anyway.

Tuesday, November 6, 2007

In Case You were Wondering

I used to think that being "tagged" on blogging was sort of dumb, but my brother-in-law Shayne tagged me, and he is just about the coolest person I know (besides Derek Jones), so if he can do it, then I probably can, too.

Places I've Worked:
1. Avalon Hills (a live-in treatment center for girls with eating disorders)
2. LaBeaus Bear Lake
3. Hillyard, Anderson, & Olsen Law firm
4. For my brother Isaac (He used to get paid $5 to fill out these questionnaires he got in the mail. I agreed to start filling them out for a small percentage, but I don't think I ever got paid.)

Places I have lived:
1. Logan, UT
2. River Heights, UT
3. Farmington, UT
4. Garden City, UT

Guilty Pleasures:
1. Eating oreos before lunch
2. Falling asleep while watching a movie
3. Ordering appetizers
4. Going to bed before 9:30 p.m.

Favorite TV Shows:
1. Jeeves & Wooster
2. Hercule Poirot
3. Little House on the Prairie
4. Jeopardy

First things I thought when I saw/met my significant other:
1. He's cute
2. He's too good for me
3. I'm thirsty
4. Who takes a girl home at 10:00 on their first date?

Favorite places I've been on vacation:
1. Costa Rica
2. Brasil
3. Kauai
4. Santa Clara and/or Livermore

Favorite Restaurants:
1. Little Caesars
2. Cafe Sabor
3. Chipotle Grill
4. Roys

Favorite Books:
1. Mere Christianity
2. Pride & Prejudice
3. Walk Two Moons
4. Life of Pi

1. I'm really good at dusting
2. Blogging
3. Being pregnant
4. Eating cereal

Things I like:
1. Talking to Daisy on the phone
2. Baking
3. When Christian gets home from work
4. Planning projects that I want to do but will most likely never get to

Things I dislike:
1. Cleaning the toilet
2. Spiders
3. Laundry
4. Saying stupid things on accident

Goals for the Future:
1. Have a baby
2. Know a lot of things
3. Run a marathon with Christian
4. Learn to reupolster my aunt's chair

I tag Edgar Lipsey

Thursday, November 1, 2007

Minnie the Moocher

It's a Thursday night--not even 9:30, and I'm under the covers getting ready to watch Jeeves and Wooster with Christian. Life doesn't get much better than this.

Friday, October 19, 2007

Halloween is for Suckers (and other tasty treats)

So this year marks my 23rd Halloween—a pretty big landmark as far as Halloweens go, so I thought about writing a tribute. But really, when I thought about, Halloween hasn’t done a lot for me. Sure, I get candy, but have you ever been to my mom’s house? Every day is Halloween. Besides the fact that I can’t remember one thing that I’ve dressed up as. My friend Tori recently hinted to posting her five best Halloween costumes, and I sat for ten minutes trying to remember any of mine. I finally thought of two: Ramona Quimby and Winnie the Pooh. (What kind of loser was I anyway? Both book characters?) In fact, Halloween has more painful memories than anything else.

Like when I was a freshman in college and got invited to a Halloween party. Being the cute, sweet freshman I was, I thought I would have to dress up (after all, it was a Halloween party). But when I got there (decked out in a sparkling evening dress, squinty glasses, and a fur coat made out of various shades of guinea pig fur) I realized that I was the only one dressed up. It still hurts to think of that moment.

And don’t forget the time my mom agreed to let me eat all my candy in one night. With that encouragement, I ate until I threw up. Actually, that one happened to my brothers, but I really only had the one painful memory. I don’t know, though. That first one is pretty bad and could probably stand alone.

So Christian and I still haven't decided on a Halloween costume for this year. Any ideas?

Wednesday, October 17, 2007

Large Onion

So I was wrong. No apple, no watermelon. Now my baby is an onion. I hope he/she grows out of this soon because I think onions sort of stink.

Wednesday, October 10, 2007

Ella as Harry Potter

I know I'm a little late on the Harry Potter rush, but this was just too good to pass up. Confession: I have watched this video sixty times everyday. I have started to use it as a reward for getting more chores done. Every time I do a chore, I can watch the video five times. I hope you love it as much as I do. (It takes the place of my earlier "reward" video--Kate dancing)

Monday, October 8, 2007

Which of These Is My Baby?

I get this newsletter from Baby Center every week, so I can gush and cry about how my baby is growing from day to day. Today I got the newsletter for sixteen weeks, and the letter told me my baby is the size of an avocado. Cute, right? Well, that's fine--except for the fact that two weeks ago it said my baby was the size of a lemon, a week before that the size of a lime, and somewhere in between the size of a jumbo shrimp. What's wrong with this? Aren't those all the same size? (And where did a jumbo shrimp come from anyway?) At this point, I think they have a hat with some fruits and vegetables (is avocado a vegetable?) written on slips of paper and a wild card (jumbo shrimp), and they just pull one out of the hat every week. If next week my baby is the size of an apple, then I'm boycotting baby center and fruit all at the same time. Unless it's a watermelon. Because I really like watermelon.

Monday, October 1, 2007

Me, Embarrassing?

We look happy, but really I am using them so I can get stuff from the library

I have always thought of myself as someone with pretty good self-esteem. When you think about it, people with low self-esteem are usually people who have everything going for them, and because I don't, I have learned to cope. But I have one flaw (just one). I get embarrassed easily. I mean really easily.
  • When I worked in the children's library, I would find DVDs that I hadn't seen in years. I always wanted to check them out, but I was afraid that my coworkers would see me with the complete series of Gummi Bears or TaleSpin and think I was a loser. That's right, I was afraid of what a bunch of library geeks would think of me (as if they didn't already own all those videos in their own private collection). So I would wait (sometimes months) until my nieces were in town and then check them out--pretending the videos were for them. Nice. (It was really bad when Naomi saw the movies at the check-out desk and said, "Hey, what are these movies? These aren't for us." I had to sort of laugh it off with an "Oh, kids" look and hope no one noticed my red face.)
  • At our Smith's, there was a big sale on Apple juice and they are stacked outside the store--easily accessible. I was too embarrassed to take the apple juice from such a public spot (what if someone saw me buying Apple Juice of all things?????), so I walked ALL the way around the store to get my juice from a more private spot.
  • Unfortunately, sometimes I am embarrassed even to the point of dishonesty. I took a bunch of Christian's clothes to the cleaners the other day, and they had a discount card that they punch for every ten dollars you spend. I watched the girl punch the card while I was paying, and she gave me one extra punch. I had watched very carefully, and I figured she must have just lost count, but I was too embarrassed to tell her. Why? I don't know. Part of me honestly thinks that she would've started crying in shame and ripped up my card. More than likely she would've shrugged and told me to consider it a discount. But because I am an idiot, I have to live in my dishonesty for the rest of my life (or just never redeem the coupon...which is probably what I'll do. Besides, I'd be too embarrassed to use a coupon, anyway).
Yes, it's funny. Yes, I'm an idiot. But it concerns me a little. Where does the embarrassment end? Am I going to be led out of my house at gunpoint by a guy ready to torch my house all because I am too "embarrassed" to call the police. I sure hope not. But surely if it did happen, I would be too embarrassed to tell anyone about it anyway.

Thursday, September 27, 2007

By Popular Demand (sort of)

So honestly, I have been wanting to blog for a long time, but I would read all these other blogs where people were doing mature, adult things like running marathons, raising four kids, and going on trips to Portugal (actually that was just Daisy's blog). And I was...well...watering plants in my windowsill and killing flies with a substitute teaching pamphlet. But I figured that's not going to change any time soon, and if my brother Marty can have two blogs, then why can't I have one? Besides, who cares if no one reads it? I'd never know.

It was a perfect plan. Too perfect. You see, I'd forgotten about a little thing I like to call the "comments" section, or compliments as Parly calls them (which is really what they are). I couldn't guarantee that anyone would comment/compliment and I would sort of look like an idiot. After months of turmoil I decided I could always count on a comment from Daisy and an occasional comment from my mom and/or husband, and 2-3 comments isn't too much to ask for (remember Dais, this all hangs on you).

So here it goes, a blog about nothing.