Thursday, December 31, 2009
I haven't gotten my Christmas cards out yet so I guess they'll have to become Happy New Year cards which is fine because I didn't get my kids any Christmas clothes to dress up and have their picture taken in. I looked, but succombed to my inner Utahn and had to get three hot pink tutu's for my three daughters instead. What do they say? You can take the girl out of Utah . . .
Anyway, I feel so lucky to be on so many of your Christmas card lists. And you all have beautiful families, and apparently '09 was a year of happiness and smooth sailing and being generally better than me for most. Which is why Betsy's card is my favorite.
Tuesday, December 22, 2009
If you have any friends on the East Coast, then you know that we had a huge storm that people are freaking out over.
It is so great to see this much snow. But I didn't get a chance to take a picture of the snow when it was all beautiful and stuff. And I don't have a warm and eloquent description of my family playing in the snow, or watching the snow fall. I can tell you that church was canceled, that's all that really matters right?
Instead, I took a quick pic of this snow drift as I was driving today.
This dirty snow brought back a flood of forgotten memories from my childhood and I want to hurry and write down before I forget them.
When I was in elementary school. If it had snowed during the day, the janitor/snow removal guy would get out the snowblower after school and take care of any snow that was on the school sidewalks. One snowy day I was starting to walk home from school with my brother David. The janitor started the snowblower and even though we both had to go to the bathroom really bad, we both turned around at the sound of the blower's motor and watched him work for a minute, sort of hypnotized by the sound of the blower and the spray of snow in the air. I was probably nine and David must have been eight and we watched as some sixth graders we knew started to play in the snow fountain that shot out of the snowblower. We continued to watch as the older kids happily played near the snowblower and giggled when snow hit their skin. Then something happened that I'll never forget. One sixth grader, Jessica Peck got too close to the snowblower. She slipped and fell and one of her legs slid under the snowblower. The sound of the motor came to a sickening halt as the girls leg got caught in the snowblower blade. Jessica let out one of the most haunting screams that to this day I have ever heard. David and I looked each other, too stunned and frightened to speak. And then we turned and started to run home as if we had done something to cause the accident. By the time we had run the mile or so home, we didn't need to go to the bathroom anymore. I don't remember ever telling my mom what had happened, or even talking to David about what we'd seen. I had totally forgotten about it until now, but it really was one of the most gruesome things I've ever witnessed.
On a lighter note: did anyone else ride in a suburban growing up? If so, then your dad probably did the same thing as mine did and would ram into giant snow drifts and shout, "Who ya gonna call?" and the kids would yell in response, "Drift-busters!" We'd spend about a minute trying to get ourselves unstuck ourselves from the drift. And then we'd look for another one.
I guess that's all I've got.
Monday, December 14, 2009
I have a sister-in-law and she is basically the reason that the word "Stepford" became an adjective. Don't you love/hate those people. She's perfect. Which is why it made me really happy when the teen sitting behind her family in church decided to post this on you tube.
I should take a little credit here because I think it was my daughter that first introduced my nephew to boogers. Didn't know that would be the gift that keeps on giving.
Thursday, December 10, 2009
My much much older sister-in-law sent this to me this morning. Turns out I know like half the people in this short.
It's pretty funny but you might not get some of the jokes if you don't live in "the mission field."
You know what's really funny? The on purpose bad over-acting in the spoof looks just like the horrid 'I take myself very seriously' acting in the real movie.
"You've been to Duck Beach 10 times? How old are you?" I love it.
Tuesday, December 8, 2009
I cleaned out a cabinet the other day and I made an obvious note to self.
DON'T BUY ANY NEOSPORIN OR HYDROCORTISONE CREAM AGAIN. NEVER EVER EVER!
I don't really have any explanation for this other than that we are a very itchy people and Pete uses neosporin like that Big Fat Greek Wedding guy uses Windex. I have to admit, it's good stuff. But really? There must be 15 tubes of stuff, and this only from one cabinet, and it's not even the one where we keep the medicine.
I have these just on the bathroom counter until I can figure out what to do with all of them. Stocking stuffers I guess.
So can you tell me why when Sloane wandered into the bathroom, she decided to play with a 20 dollar jar of lotion instead of one of these worthless tubes of stuff?
After a 40 minute bath, she is still crying white tears.